The message: Haha, I have a Chinese coworker who lives in Mission but doesn’t like it: he says there’s no good food there. He wants to live in Richmond district. So what’s your dream job?
Response: That is so awesome that I am Chinese, and your coworker is also Chinese. We have something to talk about now. What does your coworker mean by ‘food’? The Richmond does have great food. I would have to disagree with your coworker however. Although we are of the same race, I think there is good ‘food’ in the Mission.
Thoughts: I was confused as to why I got this message because nowhere do I mention that I don’t like the food in the Mission.. there’s so MUCH good food that I was immediately offended. Tartine. Beretta. Craftsman and Wolves. What I forgot was that one of the “private” things that I was admitting to, was that I don’t care for Mission Chinese Food. Mission Chinese Food is one restaurant that’s super popular in all the land. I’m saying ‘all the land’ but since I have to spell everything out, I only meant to use it like they do in fairytales. Maybe the point of the message was for me to bring up great restaurants as part of my response… Slick. but no. I guess I forgot to mention, my dream job is to inform people about great places in the Mission that have names like Mission Chinese Food. For example, Mission Pie and Mission Cheese. Now it’s also my mission to find good Chinese food in the Mission. I must prove him wrong.
The message: What is this lamp you love? The two that first come to mind to me are a lighting device and a web server platform. Both seem like rather unique things to love.
Thoughts: Huh. Oh, right. Another ”private” things that I was admitting to.. “I love… lamp.”
Response: I love…. Lamp.
The message: Wow nice profile and you know you beautiful … Your smile is like a love song I can’t get out of my head….
Response: Thank you? Your message is like a scary movie that I would avoid watching when home alone….
(Note: I didn’t actually respond with any of the above. Obviously, I’m a horrible mean person, but this is my blog, and I wanted to share this horrible bitchy side of me. Maybe that’s why I’m single.)